Back-up catcher Kyle Higashioka hit his first home run of the 2020 virtual campaign today, an opposite field shot that just grazed the foul pole in right field, to secure a 3-2 win for Gerrit Cole, the pitcher's first win at home as a Yankee.
Sunday, April 5, 2020
Virtual Game 9: Higgy Hits Pole, Gets Win for Cole. Stanton Released (From Hospital).
Plague Theater: Humble Howard calls Bobby Murcer's epic walk-off
"Emotion won this game!"
Plague Theater: A visit from Mr. October and Broadway Joe
Like going five for five with a homerun.
The Master is living under "house arrest"
The flu's march across China. Luis Severino's elbow. The flu's march across Korea. Giancarlo Stanton's calf. The flu's march across Italy. James Paxton's back. America's botched flu tests. Aaron Judge's rib. The Fox News "hoax" claims. The cancellation of spring training. Social distancing, flattening the curve, economic collapse, death tolls, hot spots, Jared, everything... EVERYTHING. And we're only fucking three months in. We've still got the flu's march across the heartland, the civil unrest, botched government checks, the hurricane seasons and - capping everything - the presidential election with its avalanche of hate. Then comes the Martian invasion, the zombie apocalypse, the extinction asteroid, the revolt of the machines and the recall of Goop! Yep, worst year ever. And to think that I once associated 20/20 with Hugh Downs.
So, based on the above scientific projections, there is no reason to expect the Yankees to win the 2020 world series, if there is one. I mean, here is a legitimate question: Do we even want a Yankee championship to be forever linked to this dreadful trip around the sun? You know what would fit this miserable 2020? No season. Or worse, the Astros winning... behind new manager Curt Schilling!
But but BUT... there is a reason to keep going, to keep hoping, to keep the fire burning. His name is John Sterling.
Today brings a news report on The Master's life in quarantine, which he calls "house arrest." Sterling - 81 and totally at-risk if he gets the virus - is staying put in his Jersey home, reading, watching TV, washing hands and waiting for the call - from either MLB or Joe Black. He belongs in the Hall of Fame, folks. (Note: So does Jethro Tull, by the way; did you know Tull is not in the rock Hall of Fame? Ridiculous.) According to NJ.Com, Sterling says:
“Well, you'd like to have a normal life. There's no question that’s one of the tough things. You can't call up your friends and meet for dinner somewhere. There's no place that’s open. But I have a very lovely apartment looking over the Hudson. It’s a big apartment, and my kids will come down and bring me things and I read in the afternoon. Every afternoon I'm in the middle of a book.
"Anyway, I'm doing okay. I'm very lucky that I haven't got the virus. Suzyn hasn't gotten it. I call friends every day around the country to see how they're doing. And, you know, for them, so far so good.”
So far, so good. Baby steps. We're a quarter of the way through the worst year ever. But The Master is okay, and his message remains: Fifteen minutes can save you 15 percent or more on car insurance...
Saturday, April 4, 2020
Plague Theater: Joe Pepitone, peacemaker
All because Jim Lonborg hit Thad Tillotson.
Virtual Game 8: Jays Jack Cessa; Jeter Visits Stanton.
The Toronto Blue Jays battered the New York Yankees today, 14-8, returning the Yankees to being a .500 club. The Yanks' search for a viable No. 4 starter continued, as Luis "Unless Strictly Nessa" Cessa gave up 7 earned runs in the first three innings.
Meanwhile, Miami Marlins GM and part-owner Derek Jeter went to visit Giancarlo Stanton in a Tampa hospital, where Stanton is still recovering from a suspected chorizo/churro/churro sauce case of food poisoning.
Jeter dismissed suggestions that his visit was only meant to turn a spotlight on Stanton's dismal attendance record since he became a Yankee.
"What? No, that's not true at all. I just wanted to see how my boy is holding up. Strong as he looks, he has kind of a weak constitution. Or didn't you guys know that up in New York?"
Jeter insisted there were no hard feelings between him and Yankees General Manager Brian Cashman, now recovering himself from an eagle attack instigated by a case of mistaken lizard identity.
"No, man, he really got me with that deal," said Jeter, poker-faced. "And it was smart of him to have Klapisch write about it in that book of his. Now he knows he's got my dander up, and I'll be rarin' to go for a rematch. Two-of-three, Bri?"
When reporters asked Jeter if he were being sarcastic, the former Yankees star gave them a wondering, wide-eyed look.
"What, me? No, man, the thing you gotta realize is how much smarter Brian Cashman is than the rest of us. I mean, look at me: I'm just a regular guy who lives in a huge, waterfront mansion with his supermodel wife and his friend, the greatest quarterback in NFL history. A lot of times at night, Hannah and Gisele,and Tommy and I sit out on the deck and have a drink, and wonder about how Brian is doing with that English girlfriend of his, living la vida local."
Jeter also expressed the wish that Mr. Cashman refrain from throwing him into the briar patch.
The New Mexico Yankees? "Honestly, I think we could possibly need to find a neutral site for a little while because New York has been such a hotbed for this And guys are open to that. I know there are sites they’ve already discussed. I’m not sure if I should even say that publicly, but I know that there’s four sites or four or five sites that are going to have to be added."
“All [of us are] on the same page to play as many games as we possibly can,” Britton said of talks between the players and owners. “And if we have to do that in empty stadiums for the safety of the public, then I think that’s the right move."
Immediately, you think of Arizona and Florida. But both regions are lagging behind in the coronavirus death derby, which means that even when NYC hits its boiling point and starts to recede, they might be yet to crest. By June 1, will any parts of the country be safe enough to house full slates of teams? Will the season happen in Alaska? Are there ball fields in Iceland?
The lack of sports to temporarily divert our attention has been one of the cruelest aspects of this pandemic. I can't handle any more daily news conferences, when we're constantly told how great everything is being done.
The lords of the game need to start thinking outside the bun, or this season could go out the window. At least people are talking.
Friday, April 3, 2020
Plague Theater: Whitey Ford and the pretzels
"A black day for baseball."
Plague Theater: Smile, Wade Boggs is on his horse
One of the greatest Yankee moments of all time.
Virtual Off-Day: Stanton Recovering Well in Tampa Hospital.
As the 4-3 Yankees enjoyed their second off-day of the young virtual season, slugger Giancarlo Stanton was reportedly well on the way to recovery from food poisoning in a Tampa hospital.
Stanton, who was sickened after eating a suspicious chorizo in Tampico, Mexico, is now bench pressing at least four ICU nurses at a time, according to a hospital source.
Doctors consulting on his case, meanwhile, explained at a briefing that, "We think now it's not so much the chorizo, as the churro he picked up.
"And not so much the churro, by itself a delectable treat of fried dough, sugar and/or cinnamon, but the nearly irresistible, chocolate or caramel sauce in which it is dipped."
The doctors then left the press conference to buy some churros.
During pandemic, Mets and Redsocks maintain evil status
Thor had his elbow done March 26, and Sale apparently underwent surgery March 30, long after the rest of us had to cancel our penile implants and boob jobs. Both operations came after governments had called for bans on elective surgery, so that critical items like surgical masks, gloves and gowns could be saved for the looming virus avalanche.
Of course, Syndergaard and Sale were emergencies: Their teams will need them next season! To wait would hamper their pennant chances!
Insert sigh here.
Listen... In the overall scheme of injustice, this isn't a scandal. It's not Thorgate or Salegate. Honestly, I'm almost out of bile to fling, and we all know the deal here: This is about money - cabbage, moolah, bread, clibash, gigmoool, sklingah - and when it comes to the almighty dollar, there are no rules, just shortcuts around them. Questions of fairness and ethics are suspended in the warm glow of gold. Since the dawn of currency, this has been the case. No virus will change that.
Kudos to Sports Illustrated for breaking the story. Today, a professor at New York University tells the Times:
"The argument is: ‘Well, this needs to be a go because even though sports is suspended at the moment, this is a person’s livelihood and when things are up and running, it throws off all sorts of schedules, like rehab time. It’s an understandable argument, but it’s a no-go, because what we’re dealing with now in the world, it’s not a question of people’s livelihoods, it’s people’s lives, and there’s a big difference there. The scene out there in hospitals and clinics, it’s severe. It’s just not the time for Tommy John surgeries.”
There you have it: Some very, very rich people stood to lose money. Doors that should have been closed were greased open. Happens all the time. Let's not pretend otherwise. If the Yankees did it, you better believe there'd be an outcry. But these are two "lovable" teams. Get well, Thor! Stay safe, Chris! The Mets and Redsocks are doing their part to follow the corona protocols: They've washed their hands of them.
Thursday, April 2, 2020
I don't care if they never get back
Yankees announce "distress fund" for Stadium workers, but there's a catch.
[New York Daily News]
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According to the Yankees’ fund description, which was posted to the Yankees’ team Twitter account, the “New York Yankees COVID-19 Disaster Relief Program” will reimburse or pay some workers’ coronavirus-related expenses, including for “funeral needs.” However, the fund will not provide “wages, income replacement, or continuation of compensation or employee benefits” for their workers unable to earn a paycheck while the league is on hiatus until late-May at the earliest.
Though Forbes estimated the Yankees’ value at $4.6 billion in 2019, the organization wrote that the fund has “limited resources available to provide assistance” and “may be amended or terminated at any time."
The Yankees list criteria to determine their workers’ worthiness for “disaster relief,” though the money is ultimately sent at the “sole discretion of the Yankees.”
[...] “Eligibility for assistance” — as the team defines it — “does NOT mean that assistance will necessarily be paid.”
Plague Theater: When Kramer plunked Joe Pepitone
And he punched Mickey.
Virtual Home Opener! Yanks Route Blue Jays. Near Eagle Tragedy Averted.
Back on their home turf at last, the Yanks bombarded Toronto today, 13-6, before their smallest Opening Day crowd since 1919.
In their new effort to increase ballpark revenue, Les Freres Steinbrenner were found to have removed the entire bleacher sections of Yankee Stadium III for more Legends Suites. Along with the new, Legends X-tra Wide Seats now in the upper decks, capacity was reduced to 17,436 in the steadily shrinking Stadium.
But what a game the capacity crowd got to see!
After surrendering massive, first-inning home runs to the "Sons of Thunder," Vladimir Guerrero, Jr., and Bo "Not the One that Fool Cashman Picked" Bichette, Yankees starter J.A. Happ settled in and pitched six, relatively strong innings.
The Yanks' offense was bolstered by Miguel "El Matador" Andujar, who hit four blistering doubles today, one of which even shattered the glass in the front of a new Legends Suite. New York was also helped out when former Yankees Brandon Drury and Billy McKinney collided on the field, allowing rest Gardner's pop fly to drop, and Gardy to run out an inside-the-park home run.
Drury and McKinney were expected to return to action sometime in late August.
Meanwhile, before the game began, Yankees general manager Brian Cashman attempted to entertain the crowd by rappelling down the face of the Stadium video screen, as he has frequently done along buildings to raise money for charity.
Tragedy was narrowly averted when Cashman, who was dressed in the elf outfit he customarily wears for such charity events, was unexpectedly attacked and mauled by "Challenger," the bald eagle which customarily circuits the Stadium at such events.
Challenger, who was originally named "Tovarish," was imported from its native Albania, where the rock-climbing lizards Albanian eagles customarily feed on, bear an uncanny resemblance to the costumed Cashman.
"Is mistake. He thought funny little man with hollow eyes is lunch," explained Challenger's handler, who would give his name only as "Boris."
Fortunately, the customary, $150 million flyover by U.S. Navy jets distracted Challenger/Tovarish long enough for the general manager—bloodied but still conscious—to make his escape.
"I'm an adrenaline junkie," Cashman later proclaimed from his hospital bed.
"If we had really needed him today—if we needed to make a big trade that gave away our future or to sign a free agent who would be a permanent millstone around our necks—he would've been there for us," Manager Ma Boone assured the press.
Meanwhile, Yankees slugger Giancarlo Stanton was reported to be recovering on schedule in a Tampa hospital from his case of food poisoning.
Plague Theater: When Reggie took revenge on John Denny
Watch "the Triumphant Gladiator" get carried off the field.
September 23, 1981... after Reggie was nearly beaned and then fanned. This'll get the quarantine juices flowing.
Plague Theater: Moose Skowron on being pinch hit for in the first inning
Rest in peace, sir. Everything went south on the day the Yankees traded you.
Wake up America! The Giancarlo Stanton virus is gas-lighting us all
Stanton's arrival in the Clinton/Comey/Fauci snake pit of Miami neatly coincided with the economic meltdown and death of millions, both of which were neatly engineered (and then covered up) by "Bath House Barry" Obama and his jackbooted, anti-gun Rob Rosenstein/Nancy Pelosi/MS-13 thugs. Thus, the seeds were laid for today's media crackdown, which forces us to watch round-the-clock Cuomo family infomercials. But dammit, that's another story, altogether. Look closely at this "flu," and you instantly see everything revolves around Stanton.
FACT: On Feb. 25, the Yankees announce that Stanton has suffered some mysterious injury that nobody's ever heard of, which they label a "Grade One Right Calf Strain."
QUESTION: What the hell was Stanton doing with calves? He's not a rancher. He's a baseball player. He should have been on a ball field, not the open range. And nobody in the Yogi Berra/Micheal Kay/AOC Lie Machine even bothered to ask WTF.
FACT: Since Feb 25, the lamestream media/Cashman drivel tap has been pouring nonstop, using fraud-master Fauci - the little Freddie Patek of medical science" - to convince our great President that the economy must be tanked, and three years of incredible "My Pillow" sales should be tossed into New York Harbor like the U.S. Constitution, sacrificing not only our Second Amendment rights, but the best damn nights of sleep we've ever known!
QUESTION: Now, they're claiming Stanton is healed, and that he can play on opening day. Okay, that's not a question. Why should I be forced to ask your stupid questions. There's no reason to ask any more questions. Wake up, America. Giancarlo Stanton is the key. Do you really believe that his return - which should now happen on opening day - is coincidence? Get real. The fix is in. Buy shovels. It's time to start digging.






